Rhodes felt that in addition to destroying the so-called "core", there should be another way to kill the opponent, which is to completely kill him in seconds, and he would not give him any chance to use his magic power to recover from his injuries.

So he decided to shout Spider Sister out and give it a try.

In such a short time, it wouldn't be possible to squeeze out his magic power at once, so I'll try it out.

At this moment, in the crack in front of him, Precito's chest was indeed pierced, with obvious blood on his body, and a large mouthful of blood was spewing out of his mouth.

But even so, he was not dead.

The terrifying wound quickly recovered, and even the blood gradually disappeared.

"There is actually such a magic, a damn little guy-"

Precito tried to stand up, but failed.

The strong spider silk tied his body tightly, like a cocoon.

But his fingers moved, and black flames ignited around his body, quickly burning the spider silk.

Precito jumped out of the crack, his magic power surged,

"—" Makarov frowned. At that moment, he felt that Rhode was too heavy to take action.

But now it seems that it is not enough?

The others were shocked by the momentum of Precito's explosion. No one in the guild could compare with him with such terrifying magic.

Even Kildas and Makarov are the same.

I wonder if the magicians in the top 10 Holy Ten have such power.

"It's been a long time since I've been beaten like this." Precito touched his chest. Although his injuries recovered, there were still waves of phantom pain.

"I have to thank you so much for treating me, the old man. I will make an exception to let you see—" Precito pulled off the blindfold of his right eye, "The Eye of the Devil, open!"

His right eye suddenly opened, and a fierce red light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, Precito's magic power became darker and heavier.

Compared with his terrifying magic that seemed to symbolize death, the disgusting magic that Joseph had on him was not worth mentioning at all.

"How could it be?" In Makarov's impression, Prechito's right eye was injured and lost when he was young because of fighting with others.

When Makarov was young, he also suggested asking him whether he would try to change his prosthetic eye, but he was rejected.

The reason is that you don’t want to forget the precious past experiences.

And now... it has actually been replaced by the so-called Demon Eye.

Has he completely ignored anything in order to pursue the ultimate of the devil's way?

There is also this magic, which gives people the feeling of...

"This feeling is pure evil, pure darkness." Kildastimakarov said what he thought in his heart.

"It's like a demon." Mira said, looking at her hands.

Even if she received the magician Huttleley and was able to use dark magic, her magic power did not become like this.

But Elusa widened her eyes. She had encountered this feeling not long ago!

Jelf?!

Precito sneered: "It's rare and weird, so your understanding of the devil is too shallow. Magic itself is born from darkness, and magic itself is 'dark'!"

His magic power continued to increase, his white hair stood upwards, and his body was surrounded by black magic that seemed to be substantial.

"What I want to show you next is something beyond your cognition, that is, the abyss of the Demonic Way!

North "Abyss of the Demonic Way?"

"What is that?"

Everyone was attracted by his words and wanted to know what the other party's power was.

But Rhodes only glanced a few times and tried to speak out and pull back the attention of his companions:

"Now it is basically certain that the ‘core’ is not on him. When he was lying in the pit just now, did anyone feel the powerful magic source nearby?"

"Hmph!" Precito glared at Rhodes.

This little devil is still thinking about his 'heart' at this time, and he should indeed get rid of him first.

Precito thought so and did the same.

When he glared at Rhode with the demonic eye, the magic had already been activated.

Makarov felt something was wrong. The child just used that powerful magic: "Oh no!"

Mira was also panicked: "Rod!"

The dark energy had gathered silently around Rhodes and rushed towards his body.

If you hit this move, it will be crushed to pieces at the least, and it will evaporate on the spot.

Fortunately, Rhodes already had a certain understanding of his hatred. At that moment, he received the dragon soul of the mountain and saw a layer of rock as thick as armor on his body.

At the same time, he closed his hands and emitted golden light from his body: "Blessing of Light!"

A golden magic shield suddenly appeared around Rhodes. It was the light-based defense magic he learned to learn to supplement magic knowledge of the Fairy Ball.

The dark energy came over, and Rhode gritted his teeth and held it hard. The golden light shield was squeezed and contracted inch by inch, and finally broke.

But Precito's magic was also weakened a lot. Rhode, who was in the dragon soul state of the mountain range, was first broken by rock formations, and then the dragon scales shattered, and some blood appeared on his body.

"Ming--"

Rhode's eyes widened, feeling that one of his ribs might have been crushed, but fortunately he was not in danger of life.

Mira flashed and appeared beside Rhodes, asked him with concern about his injury, and then blocked Precito's view of Rhodes.

"Bastar!" Elusa, who was closest to Prechito, rushed up with Lagsas.

However, Precito's strength increased sharply, and he threw out two black magic balls from left and right, and actually directly repelled Elusa and Lagsas.

The two fell to the ground, and the black explosion swallowed them up.

Makarov and Kildas were one after another, one released countless light bullets, and the other shot out a crushing net.

But Precito spread his hand forward and raised his hand upward. The terrifying magic burst out, and black cracks appeared around him, swallowing all the magic of Makarov and Kildas.

"It's over, Fairy Tail! Chapter 4, Section 12 of the Book of Jelf, Magic and Heavenly Punishment!"

In an instant, dozens of black monsters of different shapes surged out from the black rift. They either looked around or opened their mouths and roared, but they all gathered around Precito.

"Summoning? No, it's more like styling magic." Makarov couldn't see the principle of this magic, and the other party's book of Derf also made him care.

"Summoning? Modeling? That kind of thing is not worthy of comparison with magic!" Precito laughed and said as if showing off, "This is creation! It is the magic in the book of Derf! The magic used by Derf in the legendary magic used by Derf to create demons!

"They are magic, fear, despair, and the most terrifying demons!"

Everyone looked solemn, and these guys were definitely not easy to solve.
Chapter completed!